TO MY PALLBEARERS

Another attempt at translation...

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To my pallbearers
There’s a secret to tell which is not in the testament
There will be a floret in place of my heart
Gifted by the one who enlightened 
About the inner truths of love
During the days of curiousness
Pluck off the flower from the heart 
Before encrusting with soil
Cover the face with petals
One petal on the palm with faded fate line
I want to retrace through the flower
I want to retrace through the flower
No time prior to death
To reveal this truth
It'll flow off to eternal rest
Through the chilled water
That was poured
Else leave without closing the coffin
Else leave without closing the coffin
Henceforth, deceased would be my allies



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